Chapter 22
Clara navigated the winding coastal forest roads at breakneck speed, her eyes locked on the rearview mirror with fierce determination. She dialed the emergency federal hotline on her Bluetooth system, praying the signal would hold through the dense trees.
"This is former attorney Clara Vance, I am actively being pursued by unknown operatives on Route 101 near Galveston," she reported rapidly. "We have your GPS coordinates, Mrs. Vance; federal tactical units are intercepting your position from the north," dispatch confirmed.
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The black sedan suddenly swerved aggressively, attempting to ram the rear bumper of Clara's vehicle off the cliffside road. Clara jerked the wheel sharply to the right, sliding through the gravel shoulder and maintaining control of her car.
Flashing blue and red federal lights suddenly erupted around the bend, blinding the pursuing vehicle with overwhelming authority.
